From: Meg20715 Date: 02 Feb 2001 17:10:13 GMT Subject: NEW Reconnecting 1/1 (NC-17) Reconnecting by Meg20715 DISCLAIMER: Characters from the television show The X-Files used herein are the property of 1013 Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corp. CATEGORY: MSR, smut biscuit RATING: NC-17 ARCHIVE: Sure, just let me know SPOILERS: I like to think of it as happening after All Things and before Requiem but that's just speculation on my part at the moment SUMMARY: Shortly after their relationship takes a new turn, Mulder and Scully find themselves snowbound on the way home from a case FEEDBACK: To Meg20715@aol.com Would love to hear it :) DEDICATION: To Amanda, Ally, and LT for their encouragement and beta work Mulder thanked the woman behind the counter as he took the piece of paper she offered him. He turned and started working his way through the crowded airport. He knew that Scully would need a few minutes to reason her way through this, but he hoped that she would reach the same conclusion that he had. Otherwise, it would be a difficult night, more difficult than the past two nights had been. When Scully had first crawled into his bed two weeks ago, Mulder hadn't stopped to think about what life "on assignment" would be like. He knew -- he had known for years -- what it was like be in some distant motel, knowing she was in the next room, wanting to be with her. He had not been prepared for what it would be like to have vivid memories of holding her, loving her, the way he always wanted to. But still being separated by a wall in some rundown motel. Damn FBI regulations. The last two nights had been very frustrating. He didn't care about the regulations and would have flaunted them gladly. But she wasn't comfortable disregarding them and he wasn't willing to push her. He found her sitting just where he had left her, in one of those plastic airport chairs, surrounded by their luggage. As he approached, he knew his face showed that the news was not what she wanted to hear. "I take it that our flight really is cancelled," she said, her voice reflecting the fatigue of the travel-weary. Mulder simply nodded. "Why?" she asked, gesturing out the window. "It's not like the airport is snowed in. Airplanes are still leaving. The snow isn't *that* heavy." "No, *this* airport isn't snowed in," Mulder agreed, "but from here, all of the eastbound flights connect at either Chicago or . . ." "Or at some other airport that *is* snowed in," she finished for him. Mulder nodded again. "So I guess we are stuck here," sighed Scully, leaning back in the chair. Mulder held up the folded piece of paper in his hand. "The airline has taken pity upon us and given us a free room for the night." Scully eyed the paper warily. "As in *one* room?" Mulder didn't nod this time. He just smiled slightly and waggled his eyebrows. Scully sighed in exasperation. "Mulder, we've been through this. Two FBI agents on assignment can not . . ." Her voice trailed off as the wheels in her head visibly started to turn. Technically, the assignment was over. All that was left was the paperwork. If it were not for the snowstorm canceling their flight, they would have been home in a few hours. Home, on their own time, and free to behave as they wished. Free to pick up where they left off when this assignment started. But right now, Mulder knew that he needed to remain silent. Her logical mind needed time to process the myriad of rules that she had re-read prior to this trip. Pushing her now was a bad idea. She had to reach this conclusion on her own. He waited silently until she offered a verbal objection. "But our travel vouchers still have to reflect our actual itinerary and provide documentation for all expenses incurred." Wow. That was major progress. She was already beyond the debate of "on assignment" versus "on travel status" and had moved onto what it would look like in the paperwork. Mulder smiled and gestured with the paper in his hands. "Our travel vouchers are going to say 'Lodging provided by airline'. We don't need to document expenses we aren't incurring." Scully raised her eyebrows as a grin slowly crossed her face. "Good point." ===================================== Scully wheeled her suitcase into the motel room, past the two double beds and into a corner. She removed her overcoat and placed it on a chair. It didn't take long for her to kick her shoes off beside it. She had started to remove her suit jacket when he heard Mulder's semi-urgent voice. "Scully, wait." He was sitting on the end of one of the beds, his coat beside him, removing his shoes. Stammering somewhat, he looked at her and said, "Let me do that. I used to wonder what it would be like to come back after a case and . . ." Seeing her blank, puzzled look, he suddenly found that it required all of his attention to untie his shoelaces. Her brain belatedly kicked into gear as she realized what he was suggesting. She walked slowly over to him, timing it so that she would arrive just as he removed the second shoe. She reached down and put both hands on the sides of his head, letting her fingers work their way through his hair. She saw him, looking up at her, trying to read her face. The poor man, he was still uncertain as to what the rules were. She knew she needed to put his mind at ease. She leaned over and very slowly, gently caressed his lips with hers. Her hands slid down and started to undo his tie, fumbling slightly in the process. She untied the knot and slid it slowly from around his neck and then undid the tiny button at the top of his shirt. "Now, what was it that you wanted to do?" she said, looking him in the eye playfully. The relief was visible in his eyes as he slowly started to smile. Carefully, almost in slow motion, his fingertips caressed her lapels before sliding underneath them. He let his hands float under her wool jacket, barely touching her smooth, silk blouse. His hands floated down her sides, around her back, creating, then occupying, the space between her clothes. She was surprised how tantalizing she found this near-touch to be. Finally, he slid the jacket over her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Well, she thought grinning to herself, two can play at this game. Stepping forward, she slid her hands into his jacket and found she was unable to mimic his floating touch. Almost of their own accord, her hands were caressing and massaging the muscles underneath his crisp, white shirt. All too quickly, her hands were kneading his shoulders, pushing his jacket down on the bed behind him. Take it easy, she chided herself, it's not like either one of us has anywhere else to go tonight. Mulder responded by touching her skirt. Carefully, he slid his fingertips inside the waistband, managing to barely graze her blouse. He stood up as he slowly ran his fingers around the inside of the waistband. His fingers met in the back where they located the button. It was a large button, fortunately, one that he managed to undo without excessive fumbling. The short zipper was even easier to manage. Still touching only the skirt, he gave it the little nudge and tug it needed to slid over her hips. He let it fall to the floor in a heap surrounding her feet. As Scully kicked the skirt away, the look on her face caused a thrill of anticipation to run through Mulder's body. He was used to seeing Scully focused, but not on him, not in this way. Looking at her face, he could believe that the last few nights had been as difficult for her as they had been for him, that the last thing she wanted to do right now was to stop. It wasn't until that moment that he let himself acknowledge that, deep down, he had been afraid that she would want to pull back, that she would regret the new direction their relationship had taken. Now that the fear proved to be baseless, he could acknowledge it and let it go. Scully carefully removed the end of his belt from the buckle and pulled it back to undo the metal latch. Reminding herself to take her time, and to avoid actually touching him, she undid the hook on his pants and slowly unzipped his fly. His pants fell to the ground with a much larger thud than her skirt did. This startled her until she realized that his wallet was still in his pocket. She felt like she wasn't doing a very graceful job, but looking at his face, she realized that it didn't matter. Mulder carefully picked up the lapels of her blouse, and slid his fingers downward until he reached the buttons, carefully undoing them, one by one. He ran his fingers down her arms, grazing just the top of the sleeves, until he reached the cuffs and gently undid those buttons as well. Scully was eager to feel his hands under the blouse, on her skin, but instead Mulder picked up the lapels again and gently pulled the blouse off over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind her. Scully had always thought she looked silly dressed in only a bra, panties, and panty hose but Mulder's expression clearly indicated otherwise. She reached over and picked up his front shirt tail, letting her hands get close to, but not touch, his body. She undid the small buttons, one by one, glad that she had already gotten the tiny button at his throat. She copied his motions, running her fingers down his sleeves, touching only the fabric, to get to the buttons at the cuffs. Then she slid her hands under his shirt, not touching the T-shirt beneath it, running them up to his shoulders and pushed the shirt open and back, letting it fall behind him. Mulder carefully placed this fingertips, all eight of them, on the front of her two bra straps. He slowly traced the straps from front to back and then along the back of her bra until they met in the middle. He wondered briefly why they made these things so difficult to unhook until he realized that it was the same model as the one he had unhooked a few days ago. He was pleased to see that Scully's arms move to cooperate with his removal of the garment. Scully stood there, her skin screaming to be touched, when she realized that it was her move. She looked at the tight T- shirt, knowing it had to go over his head and, not for the first time, lamented the difference in their height. She pinched the center of his T-shirt, making sure it was only fabric she had pulled away and then grabbed a fistful of shirt with the other hand. She led him over to the space in between the beds and climbed up on top of one of them, using the fistful of shirt to aid her balance. Once she was standing on the bed, she let go of the shirt, and took a moment to enjoy being the taller one for a change. She ran her fingertips very lightly over the T-shirt, just barely caressing the curves of his shoulders. She let her fingers trail down his chest until they reached the hem of the shirt. She held onto the hem and followed it's circle until her hands were at his sides. He lifted his arms to cooperate as she pulled the shirt over his head. Mulder stood there, wanting desperately to touch her but realizing his work was not quite done. His fingers circled the waistband of her panties and with one smooth motion brought both the panties and the pantyhose over her hips, down to her feet. Scully quickly kicked them away, using the same motion she had with the skirt. Mulder wanted to take a moment to just look at her but was afraid that if he did, she would become self-conscious about standing on a bed while totally naked. He reached out with both hands and finally placed them on her skin. Moving them slowly, he gently caressed the curves of her body. Not touching any sensitive area in particular, just gentle sweeping motions over her bare skin. Ah. There is was. That look on her face where she appeared to totally shut out the rest of world and focus solely on feeling his touch. Drinking it in like a dry sponge absorbs water. When Mulder first saw that expression two weeks ago, he had been far too occupied to remember when or where he had seen it before. It wasn't until later that he made the connection. It had been back in his early days with the Bureau, back before he was assigned to the X-Files. A kidnapping case. He and his partner had managed to find the location where the bound-and-gagged victim was being held. His partner had reached the man first, removing the gag from his mouth. Mulder had taken one look at the man and went to get water. As his partner fumbled and cussed, trying to undo the knots in the rope, Mulder had held the small glass of water to the man's lips. Just small sips at first, just enough to moisten his mouth and throat. When he was ready, Mulder had let the man drink his fill, making several trips to the sink in the process. Mulder never forgot the look on that man's face. Right now, Scully's face had that same look. The look of intense relief after a long deprivation. On one level, it hurt him to think of her as being that deprived, that wanting. On the other hand, she wanted *him*. Could his touch really mean that much to her, he wondered? Could she really, deeply *need* anything that he could give her? Mulder couldn't quite let himself believe it. It was enough that, right now, he could do something to make her happy. He was brought out of his musings by Scully's sudden shiver and tremulous intake of breath as she opened her eyes. He hadn't yet learned to decipher this look. It seemed to be a plea for understanding, for acceptance. He knew that the woman standing before him had an inner core of steel that was strong enough to endure assaults that no one should have to put up with. But this look spoke of a vulnerability, a fragile spot deep within her soul that she was afraid of acknowledging to herself, much less to anyone else. Mulder feared that, if he ever betrayed the trust she was showing him now, she would retreat, wounded, to a place he could never reach. He wasn't certain he was reading this correctly. He just knew that seeing that look on her face made him want to hold her close. He didn't have long to wait, or even have to take any action at all since she was reaching for him, spreading her hands out across his chest, her lips hungrily going after his. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into him. Soon her feet were off of the bed. He set her gently on the floor, breaking the kiss in the process. He stopped to brush the hair from her face, trying once again to read the look in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him as he pulled her body next to his. Feeling naked beyond her mere physical nudity, Scully, out of sheer habit, tried to control the feelings coursing through her. Then she wondered why she should. *Don't think*, she commanded herself, *Just feel. Just accept what he is offering you.* She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax, willing her conscious mind to do the same. As she let go, she noticed that her hands were moving, caressing his back, taking their time working their way down his body. When they reached the gray, knit boxers, she let them wander to the front and do things that her mother once told her never to do to a man unless her intentions were direct and immediate or else she might get hurt. She smiled to herself at this teenaged memory. *Don't worry, Mom. My intentions are direct and immediate. And you know that Mulder isn't going to hurt me.* Finally, after stroking and massaging Mulder's flesh through the gray knit fabric, she expanded the waistband and eased it down past his hips. Then, holding onto him for balance, she slid one toe down the inside of his calf, catching his sock in the process. He flexed his ankle at just the right moment, making it possible for her to push the sock off his foot. By the time they repeated the process on this other foot, they were both suppressing a smile at the silliness of the maneuver. Scully reached behind him and pulled the covers down on the bed. Still grinning playfully, she looked at him, eyebrows raised, and said, "Sit down, Mulder." He grinned back as he cheerfully complied. Scully climbed onto his lap, her knees on the bed straddling his hips, and said "Now, where were we?" Mulder had not yet managed to react when he felt her lips touch his. He still found it a bit surprising that Scully would happily climb naked into his lap. He eagerly returned her kisses as his hands found that her new position provided more curves in her body to caress. He put his arms around her and leaned back at an angle so that his head landed somewhere near the pillows. The momentum of the roll carried her over his body, landing beside him. He propped himself up to get a better look at her but she curled her fingers around his head continued kissing him. Somewhere inside, he marveled that they were actually back at this point again, that she was lying happily in his arms as his lips and tongue explored her body finding the sensitive places that extracted a pleasured moan, seeking out new spots that would please her. New spots. While his lips, tongue, and fingers were busy at work, he remembered what he had been thinking about last night. He had been busy tormenting himself by recalling one of those articles he had read long ago. It had some hokey title about driving your woman wild in bed but he had remembered what it said, wondering if it really worked that way. Now might be a time to try it, he debated with himself. If Scully wouldn't mind. They hadn't exactly discussed these things but she seemed open enough to trying new experiences. He let his hand wander down between her legs, pleased at the moist pool that greeted him. Good, that meant that she was ready. He let his fingers roam for a while, pausing slightly to stroke the spot that he knew would invoke a pleasurable moan. He wanted to find that other spot though. Carefully, he slid one finger inside, just up to the second knuckle and pulled it out again. She gave no sign that she objected. In fact, if the sound effects where any indication, she was enjoying what he was doing. Encouraged, he used two fingers this time, a little deeper, still pulling back. So far, so good. He plunged in again, trying to remember how the instructions went. He located the pubic bone and went an inch beyond it and rubbed. No reaction. He widened his search and rubbed again. This time, Scully gave an audible gasp, a version he hadn't heard before, and grabbed his other arm, digging her fingers in tight. Startled, he looked at her face, trying to decipher her expression. Was that surprise or alarm? Was that gasp pleasure or pain? She remained frozen, staring at him, giving him no further clues. He saw no choice but to back off. He withdrew his hand and wiped his wet fingers on the sheet. His brain fought to find words for the explanation he felt she was obviously expecting. "There's this spot," he stammered, stumbling on the words, "The article said that . . . I didn't mean to . . . " Scully closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to get a grip on her exasperation. Expressing the frustration she felt right now would only make things worse. "Mulder," she said calmly, belying the fact that she was quite on edge, "Show me what this article said." "Well, you see, it said that there's this spot where . . ." Scully cut off his words by putting her fingers gently to his lips. "Mulder. *Show* me." His eyebrows knitted together and searched her face. She nodded. His eyebrows shot up as he realized what she was saying. A slow grin gradually grew on his face. "Turn over, Scully." Now her eyebrows furrowed together. "To show you, Scully, I need for you to turn over." As she turned over, Mulder went to get the pillows from the other bed. He gently re-arranged her limbs, using the pillows as needed to nestle her in, propping her in a certain position. Scully wasn't sure she liked this. She wanted to see him, touch him, and from here, she could do neither. She relaxed a bit as she felt his familiar presence behind her, his lips caressing her neck, his gentle fingertips running down her arm, his soft voice whispering in her ear. "You okay there, Scully?" She nodded. She had asked to try this out and was willing to see what would happen. "If this doesn't work for you, just say so, okay?" His voice was soft and soothing in her ear. Scully nodded and tried to relax. She soon became both relaxed and excited as his fingers and lips started to travel along her skin again. The flow and tempo had been interrupted but she quickly felt her body heat up, her skin coming alive again. As he entered her, she wondered how it was possible that there had only been a few days since she last felt that sensation. It seemed much longer, as though her body had been convinced that it was in for another long, dry spell. He pulled back and entered again, this time hitting the spot that his fingers had found earlier. The intensity of the sensation caused her to pull her head from the bed, gasping for air. They didn't teach this in medical school. She felt his fingers run along her arm again and she knew she was being asked a question. She quickly nodded, hoping that would be enough to encourage him to continue. She was glad that he took that cue, knowing that she was beyond saying anything coherent. As he continued, her body positioned so that he was striking that spot inside, she was surprised to realize that the sounds in the room were coming from her. Her eyes watered under the pressure of pleasure so intense that it almost felt like pain. She grabbed fistfuls of sheet, of the pillows, of whatever she could hold onto, as sounds she had never heard ripped from her throat. Mulder was trying to let his surprise go by without interrupting his actions. It seemed to be working. While he had no complaints about her previous reactions, he had never seen her react this intensely before. It increased his own excitement and arousal considerably. As her cries reached a crescendo, he let himself go over the edge as well. As he slowly returned to normal awareness, it seemed awfully quiet. Too quiet. She seemed not to be moving or making any sounds at all. As his body's movements, almost on automatic now, slowed down, he tried to check on her. He touched one shoulder. She seemed limp and unresponsive. Concerned, but unable to moving quickly, he rolled her onto her back and rearranged both of their bodies so that they could lie comfortably and he could hold her and see her face. He wasn't certain but she seemed to be passed out cold. He tried to compare how she looked now to how she looked on previous occasions but couldn't reach any meaningful conclusion. He slowly got coherent enough to check her pulse and her breathing, both of which seemed to be fine. He finally decided just to hold her and brush the hair from her face. Presently, her eyelids began to flutter. He tried saying her name but found that his voice hadn't returned yet. He ran his finger down her cheek and she gave a distant moan, one that didn't seem to make it past her lips. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Scully?" he managed in a soft whisper. "mmmm" her humming reply was so low it barely reached his ears. "You okay?" he said. "mmmm . . . oh yeah" she said, a grin starting to cross her face. He stared at her in surprise. She caught the expression and concerned crossed her face. "What's wrong?" He held her a little closer. "I'm not sure but I think you passed out." The grin returned, wider this time. "Yeah, I think you are right." She lay there calmly, not moving a muscle, not sure that she could if she wanted to. Mulder heaved a sigh of relief as he pulled her closer to him. Scully looked over at him. "You know, Mulder, I think I need to find out more about these articles of yours."